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Poem by James Van Looy

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Cave Crazy

Perhaps, today’s crazywas once exactly what was neededto conjure the herd over the edgeor run reindeer into the groundor just to intuit the next colossal stormbefore it caught you ice-footed in the open.

Perhaps, today’s attention deficit disorderwas once exactly the leafy brainedattention to everything that allowedone to pierce the jumble jungle forestand keep a surplus in the larder.

Perhaps, today’s dyslexiawas once the ability to readthe sign of the spore backwardsas well as forwards, upside downand write side up.

Perhaps, the deep hole of our mindswas once the cathedral caverns of earthwhere space twirled and swirled round and roundlike grand galaxies and gaseous nebulaegravity found more in our dark matterthan the speed of light which mightpenetrate the depths but never recoverobscured needs and births and rebirthswhich glimmer in torch flamein those deep, deep sanctuaries.